"What is this, a fiesta?!" Cornholio snapped as he reentered the Hospital's waiting-room with a still-shooken Butthead. The crowd of previously-hugging, family members that were blocking the split-persona's path all turned to face him in confusion.

"You idiotas make me sick! LEAVE THE SIGHT OF THE ALL-MIGHTY BUNGHOLE!" Cornholio demanded with a death-glare, quickly intimidating the family-crowd as they all scattered in different directions.

"S-Settle down, B-Beavis..." Butthead begged but Cornholio merely responded with a back-fisted strike to his brunette-companion's diaphragm, provoking a groan from the other boy.

"I need a drink..." Cornolio sighed as he approached the Hospital's, coffee, vending machine.

"Dammit, Beavis..." Butthead coughed as he followed his blond-haired companion's split-persona, clutching his midsection in pain all the while. Butthead watched as Cornholio pulled a dollar-bill from the envelope that had been awarded to his dominate-counterpart by his agent, Norm and inserted it into the machine to buy himself the strongest cup of coffee the machine could produce. Butthead then gasped in shock once Cornholio had kicked the waiting-room's trashcan across the room before flipping one of the waiting-room's end-tables as well.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! N-N-N-No! No!" Butthead gasped, taking a few steps back as he was unsure of how to calm his friend's split-persona at this point.

"Butthead? Beavis will not be returning..." Cornholio finally informed his counterpart's companion.

"W-Whata ya mean, dude?" Butthead questioned.

"He cannot deal with the loss of his nino so he is going to hide in our body and I will be taking over, permanently..." Cornholio solemnly explained.

"P-Permenantly...Not coming back? B-But who's gonna watch T.V. with me or eat nachos with me or pull my finger?" Butthead questioned, on the verge of tears. He had traveled so far and nearly killed another human-being just to reunite with his best friend and upon hearing the news that he would possibly never see him again, he now felt that all of his efforts were in vain.

"Well...I suppose...I could do all of those things with you..." Cornholio offered. Butthead thought about the split-persona's proposal for a moment. He was technically still Beavis, just another form of him. Maybe he could make things work between the two.

Butthead took a seat in one of the waiting-room's couches that was positioned in front of one of the waiting-room's T.V.'s then gestured for Cornholio to take a seat next to him. Cornholio complied with his counterpart's best friend's gesture as he took a seat next to the brunette and began watching Yankee Rose by David Lee Roth with him. Butthead made his crude comments on the video as usual but he was disappointed that Cornholio could do nothing-more than merely chuckle awkwardly along with him. Butthead longingly glanced over at his best friend's split-persona as he began to remember how his best friend used to be.

"Heh-heh! This is boring!" He could have sworn he heard Beavis' voice cackle as he stood up from his seat and began to walk away from his best friend's alter-ego.

"B-Butthead?" Cornholio frowned as he stood up from his seat as well to follow the brunette.

"I'm sorry, dude...This isn't like...working...It's like...not the same and stuff uh-huh-huh..." Butthead sighed, provoking a sympathetic frown from the Hispanic split-persona.

"Butthead..." Cornholio began.

"This is all my fault...I shouldn'ta been such a buttmunch to you...Maybe if I treated you like a real friend, You never woulda left and you would still be...s-still be..." Buthhead began as tears now streamed down his cheeks. The duo's conversation was then suddenly interrupted by a small child that was in the waiting-room with them playing an obnoxious tune on his toy-guitar.

"And another one bites the dust...Oh, why can you not conquer love? And you might have thought she made you one, enough to fight this World without weapons and you wanted it, you wanted it so ba-ad but there were too many red flags! Now another one bites the dust but let's be clear, I trust no one..." Cornholio began to softly sing his complaints to his counterpart along to the obnoxious tune that was emitting from that toddler's toy guitar.

"You did not break meeeee-eeeeeeee...I'm still fighting for peeeeaaaaccceeee..." Cornholio gently reassured Butthead, who had now turned to face him at this point. Butthead could have sworn he heard the voice of Beavis singing along with his counterpart's voice.

"Well, we've got thick skin and an elastic heart but this blade, it might be too sharp! He is like a rubber-band until you pull too hard and then he snaps and I come out!" Cornholio continued to explain his and Beavis' situation to Butthead through song.

"You won't see meeeeee fall apaaaarrrt! I've got an elastiiiiiic heaarrrt!" Cornholio sang beautifully as Beavis' voice could be heard singing along with him in a different rhythm that beautifully conflicted with Cornholio's. This of course captured the attention of the other people that were in the waiting-room with him as Butthead widened his eyes in shock at the unbelievable capabilities of Beavis' voice.

"I've got an elastic heart..." Cornholio finished his song as he somberly placed a hand over his heart. Meanwhile, Beavis hid himself from the World within the comfort of his own subconscious as Cornholio took over for him. People did seem to like his wiser, stronger counterpart more than they liked him, anyway and his counterpart also made less mistakes than Beavis typically made. He figured that life for everyone would be better without him around to cause so many problems.

He figured that nobody would probably even miss him. He just could not deal with hurting or disappointing anyone else after he had tried everything he could to please everyone. A bright light suddenly snapped the blond out of his thoughts as he looked up to see his deceased son floating in front of him. Beavis' eyes widened in both shock and amazement as he watched the blood-covered, deformed infant transform into another boy that was about his age with bright, white, curly hair, piercing, amber eyes and large, angelic wings, complete with a golden halo. The boy was also now wearing a clean, white, beautiful robe as he smiled at his father lovingly.

"J-J...James?" Beavis questioned, stating what he had planned to name his son if he had survived. Beavis had of course planned to name his son after the lead-singer of his favorite band, Metallica.

"I am fine...Mother and sister are waiting for you...Please go back to them..." James reassured in a voice similar to Beavis' but slightly softer before fading away into a bright light. Beavis closed his eyes as tears began to spill from them and small sobs began to escape from his quivering lips.

The blond then placed both of his hands over his heart as he began to exit his subconscious. Meanwhile, Cornholio had grabbed his coffee from the machine once it had finally been prepared but the Hispanic split-persona then gasped sharply and dropped his coffee onto the floor once he could feel Beavis returning to take over his body.

"Cornholio?" Butthead turned to look at the split-persona in concern for the health of his best friend's body as Cornholio wailed in pain and clutched his head before dropping to his knees.

"Cornholio!" Butthead gasped as he rushed to the aid of his best friend's split-persona.

"B-Butthead..." Beavis' voice whimpered as his shirt uncovered his head to reveal his now-messy, blond curls. Tears fell from his hazel eyes as he flashed Butthead a weak smile.

"Beavis? Oh, Beavis..." Butthead sighed in relief as he knelt down to hug his best friend. Beavis happily hugged him back when one of the Nurses had interrupted their tender moment to inform them about Deidra's status.

"Beavis? Deidra has made it out of surgery and is recovering just fine. Your daughter has been born successfully but she needs to stay in an incubator for a couple of weeks..." The Nurse explained as Beavis and Butthead both exchanged a relieved grin.

TO BE CONTINUED...